Just look at Scott. I rest my case.

"Mop the floors, Drake!"

"And Stop leaving twinkie wrappers on the couch, Drake!"

"That bed better be made too, Drake!"

"DRAKE! ANSWER ME!"

Those are direct quotes, folks. He's pounding on my door and yelling this very minute.

There's no way I'm opening the door now; He'd probably take my head off.

First off, they give you the answer to the question. Then the question is something like, "What is the Temple of Fuji?" And people on the show actually get upset that they didn't know what the Temple of Fuji was ( Read more... )

Mystique is God. This is a breakthrough. She didn't yell at me. Didn't throw damaging objects at me. Didn't call me "Popsicle" either.

Did you all get that? Some lot of pals you three are.

Looks like ol' Petey and her hit something off too. Just be safe, you two. :b

I've been sentenced to training classes with that gal that tried to blugeon Scott with a book. 'Pparently, the Professor thinks my fighting skills are less then useful. 'Pparently he also thinks letting a hired gun train me, Petey-boy, and the new girl is going to help that ( Read more... )

I goofed. A little. And if listening to Hank read Moby Dick outload isn't enough punishment, then may the Lord please spare my life. Apparently, I, according to Hank, was "expressing much concern over the safety of penguin" which also according to him, "was in fact an empty Twinkie box". Beats me. I can't remember squat about anything other ( Read more... )